Romantic Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

“‘His eyes met mine, a blaze of untamed desire. The magnetic pull was irresistible. ‘Melissa, you are the moonlight to my darkness.’’” I felt the heat rush to my face, my blush surely a deep crimson color. Suddenly, I felt rather like Daisy when I was teasing her earlier. “Hey, give that back!” I lunged for the book, but he danced away, his laughter echoing in the room. “You can’t be serious, Ella. This is gold!” He jumped onto my bed to evade my next attempt to grab the book, reading another passage. “‘As our lips met, it was as if the heavens themselves parted, blessing our everlasting love.’”

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

Tonight, I've learned two new things about Caelum: first, his lips felt like velvet; second, he might be the change this kingdom needs. – @ – "Will you go out on a date with me?" Caelum asked as I opened my bedroom door the next morning. He had a bouquet of dahlias in his hand and gave them to me. "I picked them myself," he said, proudly. I accepted the flowers, feeling the rush of blood on my cheeks. He brushed my face lightly and I blush even more. "That's one of my favorite parts about you," he said softly. "You blush so easily. It's adorable."

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

“We’re just discussing literature. Nothing to be afraid of dear.” “I know, Professor,” she whispered, cheeks burning. Her modest white sundress suddenly felt really thin to her. “It’s just… some of these passages are very… vivid.” Ryan leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he reached past her to turn the page of the open book. “That’s the beauty of it. Desire hidden beneath propriety. The way a single touch or glance can awaken something primal.” His fingers brushed the side of her neck. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever felt that kind of desire?”

She could do a lot of things. Instead, she picked up the embarrassing romance novel and walked to the window seat. --- The book was terrible. The dialogue was overwrought. The hero was impossibly handsome, and the heroine was impossibly naive, and the plot required a series of coincidences that would never happen in real life. Elara loved every page. She read until the morning light shifted to afternoon. She read until her eyes grew tired and her stomach reminded her that breakfast was a distant memory. She read until she stopped seeing Isabella's tight smiles and Viktor's watchful eyes every time she blinked.

She sat up, her hands reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and revealing his chiseled physique. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that had burned between them since the moment they met. The room faded away, their focus solely on the connection they shared. As their bodies intertwined, time seemed to stand still. Their love, born from adversity, flourished in this sanctuary of luxury.

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

Even the host had forgotten to speak. Matthew handed the roses to Christina, but feeling a sudden chill, she leaned back subconsciously, not taking his flowers. Matthew’s smile was warm as jade, and his voice was like the breeze in a spring rain. “Christina, I like you.” Christina could not help but shiver and rub the goosebumps on her arm. “Mr. Henderson, what do you like about me?” “Does one need a reason to like someone?” Matthew immediately began to flirt again.

" Victoria cried loudly and Anya could no longer feel her heartbeat. Everything blacked out and the only thing she heard was his laughter, the only thing she saw was his smile, the only thing she felt was his touch and the only thing she breathed in was his scent. To love is something but to sacrifice love itself for love is something she hadn't known until then. _____♡♡♥♥♡♡____ A/N So how was this chapter? I also tried a new style of prose. Hope you liked it. How much do you love Ronan now? My heart is breaking. 😣💔